Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there was a man in the temple. The man told a story, and he said, "Once upon a time there was a mountain...... If Fan Xian's experience in the temple continued like this, there was no doubt about it. Those who are waiting all over the world for him to live or die will be covered with many layers of cobwebs. Then dragged alive.

Just like the world after the Great Tribulation, whether it is cause and effect or something else, it is impossible to be stuck in a boring repetition forever, and it is impossible for civilization to be reborn after the destruction of civilization, and it is impossible to completely become exactly the same as it was at the beginning. Even if it is the only remaining temple in this world. At the beginning of the second germination of mankind. And he began to pass through the blindfolded messenger continuously. Deliver the seeds of the last civilization to humans.

The most obvious change between the two worlds naturally could not escape Fan Xiandi's eyes. Reborn for more than 20 years. Meditating and practicing the domineering skills every day, this year I began to realize that the vitality of heaven and earth was full of energy, and this is the real difference, and human society seems to have found a means of exploitation. The meridians in the human body are a testament to this change.

If we talk about the vitality between heaven and earth and the true qi in the human body. It's a one-way street. They are all traces of the earth left in the world after the catastrophe hundreds of thousands of years ago, those traces of the earth that were balanced by nature, but why did these traces not cause the human beings living in it to die?

Explain in the same voice in the temple. Perhaps adapt to the environment, and find some balance and benefit in this adaptation. It's the tenacious nature of life itself.

Think about it. Fan Xian couldn't help but feel confused, and sat cross-legged on the ground, unable to speak for a long time. In his heart, he thought that it was the most tenacious civilization that was the most unlikely to be extinguished. In fact, it is the most vulnerable existence. However, it seems that the most fragile life. In the face of iron-clad facts, he has become the strongest and most fearless existence.

Humans adapted to this environment and re-grew the plant. Animals have adapted to this environment. Fan Xian closed his eyes and pondered what he had seen and heard since his rebirth. Stunned to find that both humans and animals. It doesn't seem to have produced too much mutation because of the vitality that fills the heavens and the earth. This fact really made him a little dumbfounded.

It seems that the radiation is terrifying though. But in the long river of time, in fact, it is just a fresh and moving painting.

I don't know how long it took. Fan Xian got rid of this shock and dismay. At this time, the picture of the smooth light mirror on the ground in the sky of the temple had also left Dadong Mountain and began to present all kinds of vivid pictures.

Someone hunted quietly in the jungle. Some people are happily working in the fields, some women are smiling and washing clothes by the stream, and there are young children who have just learned how to walk and are clumsy toddlers on the kang. There is cooking smoke. There are villages, there are city-states, there are palaces, and naturally there are strife, wars, fights, and blood.

The picture gradually slows down. There are scenes of martial arts practitioners practicing, or sitting on lotus flowers. Or scattered on the top of the mountain, tenacious and unparalleled. Sleeping in the open air, over the years, asking the sky and the sea, looking at the four fields and pointing to the heart. Breathe the remnants of the vitality between heaven and earth. Exhale the turbid breath in the body. At the end of the day, the mainland martial arts gradually became formed.

"Come, come, come......" Fan Xian felt that he was seeing these pictures today. Basically, he hasn't given birth to a feeling of being like a fairy, thanks to the solid foundation laid by the Supervision Institute when he was young, but Rao is so, after looking at the real scene of the changes in the mainland, he is still a little shaken after all, and the corners of his lips are filled with a bitter and inexplicable smile. Whispering into the light mirror in front of him, he called out, "Tell me about it." Since martial arts secrets, these things are all cultivated by the world themselves. Why are there so many powerful things in the temple? I stole two copies at random, and I created several great masters in the world. ”

Without waiting for the temple to speak. Fan Xian coughed twice, and said first: "It's already said at this time, presumably you have already analyzed the origin of my land, don't talk nonsense about what kind of immortal art left over from the god realm." ”

There was silence in the temple for a long time, and then the voice sounded calmly again: "For countless years. The temple is always observing the world. We collect information and analyze it. Combined with the biological characteristics of human beings. Summarize and make corrections. In the end, the research results in several directions were obtained. ”

It turned out that the few exercises that were smuggled out of the temple by his mother Ye Qingmei turned out to be such a source, but if you think about it carefully, if you don't have extremely clever vision and means. There are also countless schools of thought that are not passed on to the outside world. Vast as a sea of information for selection, worldly. And who can be like a temple? It took countless years. Only a few of these things have been carefully selected.

"You have passed on to the world many useful methods. "This is something that has long appeared in the previous picture, and Fan Xian will not erase the effect of this site on the inheritance of civilization. He was silent for a moment and then said, "When it comes to opening up the wilderness. The temple even sent emissaries directly to help humans deal with the intractable Earth Behemoths. Later, he also taught many skills to gain a foothold in the natural world...... Why don't you pass these methods directly to human beings, or rather, there must be a lot of information in the temple. Why do you keep hiding?"

At this point. Finally, when he was about to approach the woman, he thought that the death of his mother Ye Qingmei was inseparable from the temple. Whether it is Ye Qingmei stealing out of the temple. Or the craftsmanship of Necuri that is beyond the natural development of human society. Fan Xiandi's heart was slightly cold, his voice was hoarse, and he stared at the light mirror and said faintly: "And it will break your own rules and chase those people around." ”

"There are no of those people. There is only one person. ”

The voice of the temple was still calm, perhaps because he had never come to a firm conclusion from his analysis of Fan Xian from the information and conversations. So the temple replied with extra candour, "We are the guardians. We are guarding the last flame of human civilization to sprout again. It is our mission to make it possible for the remnants of humanity to live in this world again. ”

"The temple will spread some appropriate skills and knowledge to the world, such as water conservancy, such as rice, such as martial arts, but we will not try to forcibly influence everything in the world. ”

Fan Xian suddenly spoke: "You said that you are just a guardian. It's not the manipulator. But you have cast the shadow of the temple over the human earth for so many years, and you have been trying to plan a world that you think is perfect according to your own vision. ”

His brow furrowed slightly: "It's been a thousand years." The Great Wei Dynasty has been established for a thousand years. The world has not changed substantially. ”

The temple's voice was silent for a long, long time, and then for the first time said in a rhetorical tone, "Isn't that bad?"

Is that good? Or is it bad? Who can say for sure. Fan Xian was an extremely sharp thinker, from those letters in the voice of the temple. He had already clearly judged that the temple, or the last ruins of a previous civilization, was still carrying out the instructions of the program. But that catastrophe. Humanity is self-destructive. After all, it had an impact on its way of thinking.

It is not known if the temple is an autonomous individual. But it's clear. The temple has been quietly watching over everything in the world. It prevents human society from advancing towards a higher level of civilization. Perhaps in its opinion. If civilization follows the old path, it will inevitably usher in another destruction.

Ye Qingmei was calling for wind and rain in the world back then. It has driven the productivity and technology of the entire continent to move forward, and there is no doubt that it has touched the bottom line of the temple, so the temple will choose Emperor Qing as its spokesperson in the world. It is necessary to erase everything related to Ye Qingmei. It's just that the envoys of the temple land are very rare after all. And it died one after another in the hands of Wuzhu Shudi, and it had no way to understand and control, and Emperor Qing was still using the inner library. And his own Ye Qingmei bloodline. Still alive.

Fan Xiandi's mood was much calmer. He doesn't think there's much point in being angry or sad about an AI-like being. He held his chin and was silent for a moment before saying, "Whether it's good or not, but you are meddling in the affairs of the world after all, which is not quite right with your rules." ”

"The temple doesn't care about the world. Nor has it forcibly prevented the evolution of human civilization. We are only trying to fix the process, but if there is an outside force trying to force up the process. We will definitely stop it. ”

The sound of the temple resounded calmly and indifferently throughout the building.

Fan Xian was a Teng first. Then he laughed. His voice was already hoarse because of his illness, and his laughter at this time was even more dry and weird, and his laughter was getting louder and louder. Echoing in the open building. Until the end, he even burst into tears of laughter. I couldn't help but lie down backwards.

The light mirror is smooth. The sound is quiet. The temple didn't seem to care why this strange traveler was laughing unbridled in such a solemn place, it just waited calmly.

I don't know how long it took for Fan Xian to finally stop laughing, hiding on the cold ground, his expression calm, and his eyes staring directly at the ceiling of the building. After a moment of silence, he said: "You are used to calling yourself a temple, it seems that after hundreds of thousands of years, you really regard yourself as a god." ”

There was no sound in the temple, just the mirror hovering in the air and flying above his head. Unfolded again, the scene of the apocalyptic catastrophe began to appear again, but this time the camera did not seem to focus on those grasslands and oceans. Rather, it confronts those who have suffered untold suffering.

Fan Xiandi's brow furrowed. Knowing that the temple is trying to use these images to explain wordlessly. The silent images were a bit shocking, but he didn't want to see them. said directly: "It's off, it's not a real painting." ”

The light mirror floating in the air gradually faded. lost its luster. Turned into a straight scroll. From the two sides to the middle, the picture gradually closes. With that last glance of scorched bones vanished. The light mirror turned into a stick. Then the old man who floated and sank in the point of light. Reappeared.

"Repeat, I'm a Guardian. Not God. ”

"If you are not God, how can you have your own judgment and behavior?" Fan Xian seemed to be a little tired, and the long conversation and the long river of time in front of him made him look a little embarrassed. He put his hands behind his head, calmly looked at the old man levitating above him, and asked, "You are the land created by humans." Now they are beginning to control the development of human beings, and what kind of process is this behavior based on?"

"The Four Laws of the Temple. ”

Fan Xian responded in a calm tone: "You are still used to calling yourself a temple. This is the most incomprehensible thing for me. ”

"The first law. The temple must not harm humans. Nor should we stand idly by while human beings are being harmed. The second law is that the temple should obey all commands of the human earth. But the first law, the third law, must not be violated. Temples should protect their own safety. But they must not violate the first and second laws ......"

Before the sound of the temple was over, Fan Xian's brows furrowed again, because he always felt that these three laws sounded a little familiar, but it seemed that there were some subtle changes in the details and something he remembered.

"The Zero Law, the Temple must protect the interests of humanity as a whole, is based on this premise. ”

Fan Xian pondered for a long time, and finally remembered where these extremely familiar laws came from, which was the three laws of robots that appeared countless times in novels and movies in that world. At this moment. He suddenly remembered something he hadn't remembered for a long time. For example, the handsome little black guy, and the robot that is more handsome than the little black handsome guy.

It seems that in the world after his death or after crossing the earth. When civilization has developed to a certain stage, Asimov's three laws have really been applied to reality. However, Fan Xian felt a little cold. It's a little scary. The temple finally speaks of the zero law of the earth.

To protect the interests of mankind as a whole from harm? This is the zero law that the temple observes? What a glorious, correct, and great law it seems. However, Fan Xian easily found an extremely dangerous place from it.

It is precisely because of the existence of this law that the temple will faintly control the progress of human civilization, and it will pay so much attention to escaping from the temple while ignoring the world, and even do not hesitate to violate the first and second laws in the end. Directly join forces with Emperor Lao Tzu. Erase Ye Qingmei from the world.

The most crucial and terrifying word in Law Zero. It is the so-called overall interest of mankind. The question is who determines the overall interests of mankind, what kind of world environment, and what kind of social composition. Is it really in the interests of mankind as a whole? In the temple's view, if we follow the old path, step by step towards the pinnacle of human civilization. The advent of thermal weapons or even stronger weapons will only destroy the entire human society, and it is natural to think that this is not in the interests of humanity as a whole.

But technology civilization is such a thing. Will these things that can make the lives of those poor people who are desperately digging for their children and selling their children and daughters in the fields better life, can they never appear in this world? Fan Xian is not a technologist, but he still believes in it. Humanity in the twenty-first century in that world. He must be happier than he was in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries.

What a chaotic and even somewhat absurd word, could it be judged by a non-human intelligence that has no emotion and perhaps rarely makes mistakes? Fan Xiandi's face turned slightly pale. Look at the old man floating on the ground above his head. After a long, long silence, he asked, "Where is the overall good of humanity?"

The old man was silent for a long, long time. Then he spoke: "The temple doesn't know, but the temple knows that there are some roads that don't work." ”

"No wonder the last time the emissaries landed from the south, they killed so many innocent people along the way. If the law of three really works. How could this be the case?" Fan Xian looked at the old man. "For the sake of the vague concept of the whole, you can do whatever you want. Don't you think it's dangerous?"

"The temple has the means of self-control. It's a data judgment. The old man said calmly, "It is impossible for the temple to watch humans go down the old path. ”

"Should I thank you or scold you?" Fan Xian held his hands together. Sitting up from the cold ground, with a look of confusion on his face, he said slowly: "Who made this *** zero law?"

"It wasn't made by dogs. The old man of the temple replied calmly, but he didn't know that his answer was like a very cold joke. "When the temple woke up, this law was already there. ”

"It's because of this ignorant of the so-called law of zero. You killed her. Fan Xian's face turned pale. Dry lips slightly opened. Whispering to himself, gradually getting louder and louder, "You killed her for such an inexplicable reason." You killed her......"

"You killed her!" Fan Xiandi's eyes were full of too complicated emotions, and he looked at the figure of the old man floating in the air in a daze, and the pain was deep to the bone. Partial and understated.

The old man's voice was still so calm: "The temple must protect the interests of humanity as a whole. ”

It's not about Ye Qingmei. The temple explained to Fan Xian, but only repeated this cold creed, because then the old man said to Fan Xian, "Three travelers. I am willing to accept you as temple land believers, temple land messengers. In place of the will of God, he walked in the vast world and sheltered the remnants of the continent. ”

The tone of this passage is obviously different from the previous one, probably this is a self-formulated paragraph in the temple procedure, which makes it seem particularly ethereal. However, Fan Xian and the temple have been on the same page for so long. The temple's reaction still seemed so rigid.

It seemed that the old man also remembered the young and frail human in front of him at this time, which was not the same as ordinary people. Continued: "Fellow travelers from the Divine Realm. Remember the law of zero. ”

Then the old man fell silent, and the light curtain condensed into the ground, and the color kept changing. It seems to be making a final judgment and thinking. After a moment, the old man said, "To obey the zero law." I know you stay in the temple. ”

The three passages represent the three programs of the temple land, which are triggered one after the other. From the previous recruitment of messengers, it became a warning to Fan Xian and finally a declaration that Fan Xian would be imprisoned in the temple.

Fan Xian calmly listened to these three passages and stood up. It doesn't seem so nervous and timid. Imprisoned in this icy and snowy temple, he will live his entire life. Naturally, it is not a good future. Of course. The temple's energy is depleted. But there must be some way to produce food or something. Otherwise, Ye Qingmei would not have been locked up for several years.

However, at only four years old, Ye Qingmei was able to escape from the Snow Mountain Temple by relying on the arrival of Bitter Lotus and Sean. What's more, at this time, Fan Xian, he and two of his partners have been waiting quietly outside, and Fan Xian is not worried about anything. He just looked at the old man in the air calmly, and after a long calm, he suddenly spoke:

"Verbal abuse and intimidation are definitely not real fights, and there seems to be no need to be angry with dead creatures like you. He whispered, "It's useless for you to intimidate me, but I don't know why, I always have the urge to insult you." ”

"Son of a bitch. Fan Xian spit out a mouthful of phlegm, passed through the old man's colorful clothes, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

Then he slapped his butt. Then he turned and walked towards the gate. Threw a sentence to the old man of the temple: "You are now a ball of fireflies, what kind of flame king to charge in front of the master, a few words with you will give you enough face." You still want to lock me up for the rest of my life......"

Fan Xian walked all the way to the gate of the empty building. There was no abnormal change, and the figure of the old man floating in the air just watched him leave quietly.

The palm of his hand was steadily placed on the door opening mechanism, and Fan Xian turned his head. Squinting his eyes, he said coldly, "I'm not afraid to tell you." I am Ye Qingmei's son. The wooden messenger in your temple has already been killed by my uncle. It's still the same old saying. Do a good job as a docent, and don't always try to pretend to be a god. ”

After a slight pause, Fan Xian sneered and said, "Provoke me." Dismantle your ground solar panels. Go back to Lanzhou to boil hot water and take a bath, and dismantle your host. Let my son kneel cPu. What are you bluffing in front of me?"

The door slammed open. A world of ice and snow returned to his eyes, and Fan Xian stepped out of the door of this intact building. Squinting greedily at the real scene of the world, forgetting all the thrilling scenes he had seen inside, he took a deep breath and roared loudly. The sound reverberated throughout the snow-capped mountains and valleys.

He didn't know where the temple was at stake. He didn't want to take risks, Ye Qingmei was such a stunning and brilliant character, and he successfully took away the strongest Uncle Wuzhu in the temple, but he didn't think about destroying this temple, she must have her own considerations, and she thought of revenge for Ye Qingmei. After seeing the vicissitudes of the sea and the sea of life. Although it still hasn't faded, it has strangely evolved into some emotions in other places.

Most critically. Uncle Wuzhu couldn't leave the temple as soon as he entered it. This seemingly dilapidated place. There must be a real and terrifying aspect, Fan Xian seemed to be unscrupulous before, and it was also because he knew about the dead thing like the temple. It is impossible to vent such superfluous emotions as resentment for himself, he just wants to vent the bitterness in his heart.

The echoing shouts gradually weakened after colliding with the snow-capped mountains countless times, and the two figures swept past the stone platform in front of the building at the fastest speed and came to Fan Xiandi. Look at him with nervous and worried eyes.

Fan Xian glanced at Haitang and Wang Shisanlang. He smiled with great difficulty, he wasn't going to tell anyone about what he knew about the building. For there is no need for that lonely misery and helplessness, and let yourself be the only one to enjoy alone.

"Did you find it?" Fan Xian asked.

Wang Shisanlang nodded, and Fan Xian noticed that he was carrying a huge black box behind him, and his mood suddenly became nervous, and his pupils shrank. Suddenly feeling that he seemed to have missed something, he hurriedly said in a sand voice: "Get out of the temple gate!"

"Clear Target One. The voice of the temple suddenly sounded from all directions, and the figure of the old man had long since dispersed, and the temple was a temple, and there was no longer any waste of energy to condense any human form.

As the usual five words resounded through the open temple, Wang Shisanlang suddenly felt that the black box on the ground behind him moved!

There was an uproar. The black box suddenly disintegrated, and a black light flashed. A black subway brazel with unimaginable speed. Calmly and accurately pierced Fan Xiandi's body!

Fan Xian held the iron chisel in his body tightly, and suddenly felt a little sweet in his mouth, but he didn't look down at the wound on his chest and abdomen, but looked at the familiar ground in front of him in a daze. A face that will never get old. And the one who was blindfolded. Unusually cold black cloth.

Fan Xian knew what he had missed. The temple emissary is indeed dead. The temple itself didn't have any protective power, but he had forgotten about his dearest Uncle Wuzhu. He has always been the most powerful messenger in the temple.

Wuzhu is a legend, yet he is a legend of the temple.

Fan Xian looked at Wuzhu's face. opened his mouth in disbelief: "My mother can't believe it." ”